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Friday, 5 October 2007 09:45 amHee. Watch Christopher Eccleston, who seems to be a pleasingly straightforward sort of man, do a minefield-tapdance routine trying not to be rude about The Dark Is Rising movie. He's beautifully subtextually rude. I do like a man who knows how to use his subtext.
In other news, after sleeping the sleep of the stunned for four hours yesterday afternoon and another nine last night, I may possibly have started to knit up the ravelled sleeves of wossname after the frenetics of the last two weeks. Apologies to anyone to whom I have recently been distant, rude or weird as a result of sleep-deprivation.
In other, other news, it apparently costs about R600 to have a cat put down. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Other than poorer.
Last Night I Dreamed: zombie apocalypse! Alien zombie apocalypse! An alien virus or something infected absolutely everyone in the whole world except me and one other person (a sort of quiet geeky guy I didn't know), causing them to (a) lurch after us all gnashy-teeth zombie with really bad hair, and (b) ultimately to dissolve into a puddle of fluorescent green goo and then dry out into a small, sad patch of stuff. We were mostly holed up in a rather nice library, laying low and pretending we didn't exist. At one point Zombie!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rumint peered in at a window; at another we were cackled at by a particularly mad Zombie!SimonPegg with giant clown hair. Then I spent the rest of the night playing a really annoying computer game (based, I suspect, on glimpses of the Heroes of Might and Magic 5 my Evil Landlord is currently playing) in which I kept getting my armies killed because I couldn't draw complete enough circles around them to select them for movement. (An experience, I might add, curiously akin to my actual experience at playing anything Warcraft-clonal, at which I suck beyond my ability to express it. Not, of course, that that's going to stop me from wandering off to have a go at HoMM right now, on the pretext of dream-exorcism. And stuff the marking.).
In other news, after sleeping the sleep of the stunned for four hours yesterday afternoon and another nine last night, I may possibly have started to knit up the ravelled sleeves of wossname after the frenetics of the last two weeks. Apologies to anyone to whom I have recently been distant, rude or weird as a result of sleep-deprivation.
In other, other news, it apparently costs about R600 to have a cat put down. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Other than poorer.
Last Night I Dreamed: zombie apocalypse! Alien zombie apocalypse! An alien virus or something infected absolutely everyone in the whole world except me and one other person (a sort of quiet geeky guy I didn't know), causing them to (a) lurch after us all gnashy-teeth zombie with really bad hair, and (b) ultimately to dissolve into a puddle of fluorescent green goo and then dry out into a small, sad patch of stuff. We were mostly holed up in a rather nice library, laying low and pretending we didn't exist. At one point Zombie!
rumint peered in at a window; at another we were cackled at by a particularly mad Zombie!SimonPegg with giant clown hair. Then I spent the rest of the night playing a really annoying computer game (based, I suspect, on glimpses of the Heroes of Might and Magic 5 my Evil Landlord is currently playing) in which I kept getting my armies killed because I couldn't draw complete enough circles around them to select them for movement. (An experience, I might add, curiously akin to my actual experience at playing anything Warcraft-clonal, at which I suck beyond my ability to express it. Not, of course, that that's going to stop me from wandering off to have a go at HoMM right now, on the pretext of dream-exorcism. And stuff the marking.). 
